After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#161 “I don’t know about any collection.”

Sophia’s evening was filled with nervous anticipation as Sandro hadn’t returned her call. Pacing around the dining room, she considered her options to help Evelyn, her mind racing with worry.

As the night progressed, Sophia found it increasingly difficult to relax.

Nervously checking her phone every few minutes, she fervently hoped for a resolution.

By two in the morning, Sophia conceded that sleep wasn’t coming easily. Resigned, she decided that being well-rested and focused for the next day would be more beneficial in helping her friend.

Just as Sophia was settling into bed, strange noises disrupted the silence.

Her heart raced as she cautiously peered through the gap in her bedroom door, only to witness a group of men entering her apartment.

Suppressing panic, Sophia forced herself to breathe. A surge of fear compelled her to hide and call the police. Silently retrieving her phone from the nightstand, she stealthily moved towards the closet, hoping to remain undiscovered long enough to make the call.

As she reached for the wardrobe handle, the voice of one of the intruders cut through the tension.

“We know you’re here. We also know there are people you care about. Evelyn? Does this name ring a bell? Also Alexander? If you don’t want something to happen to them, come out and show yourself.”

Sophia’s blood ran cold. Realizing the imminent threat to her friend and boyfriend, she knew she had to act swiftly. Clenching her hands into fists, she made a bold decision and emerged from her hiding spot.

she said harshly. ” What

forward. “Sophia, we know about your grandfather’s collection. You control it now, and we want to

you’re talking about,” snapped Sophia. “My grandfather

through. We want

know

never thought it was of any significance. However, if these men needed it, it meant

his house,” suggests

house,” Sophia lied. ” He

to her grandfather’s house for anything in the world, but she has to figure

her apartment, giving her time to think. They won’t find anything

them, but it doesn’t bother Sophia. It’s important to her to

Sophia, a sly grin on his face. “You’re not

trying to stay composed, retorted, “If you harm my friends,

leave anything to

out of her apartment and into a waiting

make you talk,” he

She knew she had to protect her family’s secrets, but the safety of Evelyn and

they reached their destination, an isolated warehouse on the outskirts of town, Sophia’s thoughts raced. The leader of the group, still wearing a tattooed expression of authority, led her inside, flanked by